Daily I write sentences or paragraphs and tuck them in my cloud. I usually don’t want to lose the thought and I intend to edit the words or expand the concept. And then about once every couple of months I peruse the documents and delete them. Well, if I didn’t see the merit then …? I started this practice years ago. Then I scribbled and filed.
I found this piece tonight. I don’t intend to edit it and I don’t see the need to expand it. Yet I don’t want to abandon it. Because of all the cardiology things going on inside me, it resonates in a completely different manner now. I’m glad I kept it aside.
The heart is the most self seeking organ in the body. It merely gauges a personal reaction to an action. Consider the physical pyramid: the heart lies in the center but the mind is the pinnacle. A man’s most prized possession is his conscience. It’s the seat of his justice and the reminder of his obligations. If you want to offer humanity your greatest gift, offer your assistance. Don’t offer your heart; offer your help. The fundamental flaw of The Wizard of Oz is that they asked for all the wrong things. The yellow brick road led Dorothy back to where she began.